Your Lullaby

The first time I held you, I started humming tunes,Trying to find one that fit;One that felt right.I find the start of one, but it’s minor and melancholy -Not lullaby material.I feel another.Yes, that’s it.As I hold you each day, I hum the tune,Letting the melody go in whatever direction feels right.Slowly, your song is being written.Then you’re gone.When I can, I hum again.Your song.